I did not catch your parting phrase. It was whipped away by the steam and whistle of the engine, and I saw only your lips moving and your hand reaching out before the train pulled away.
Whatever it was, it is great and terrible in my mind. A confession. A proposal. A damnation. Something of gigantic proportions that would reshape my life if only I knew what it was.
It can't be something small. Something mundane. We can't have meant so little to one another. I hope.
When the moment comes, we say all the things that we should have said. Or I hope we do, or they smoulder in our hearts with no relief. At least, now, your words are free, carried on the tides of time, they can be anything to me.
Paddy Dobson
22nd December 2022